Frank's POV

I awoke in complete confusion...I didn't know where I was, or what had happened, besides the fact that my whole body ached, and my throat was dry - swallowing was physically painful.

I forced my heavy lids to open wider, even though the searing light burnt my sensitive corneas. As I took in the beeping machines and the plain white walls of the hospital room, it all came tumbling back.

I was here because my dad had beaten me senseless...Gerard was here as well...the cops had come...my mom had told me we were moving...my anxiety attack...

Painfully sobs ripped their way out of my chest, and even though they hurt my damaged ribs, I couldn't seem to stop them.

That one world chased itself around my mind in an endless mantra...moving...moving...moving. Leaving Gerard; leaving everything behind just because my mother was too lazy to be an actual parent to me, so she was dropping me off with my Aunt Ellie.

"Frank - are you okay?" Dr. Wentz had entered my room, and I had been so lost in my sorrow that I hadn't even noticed.

"Umm...honestly no." I tried to wipe away my tears, but it was obvious I had been crying, so there wasn't much point in hiding it.

"Here - drink this." He handed me a glass of water, and I gulped it down thankfully.

"Thanks," I murmured.

"I thought you might need it. That was a nasty anxiety attack you had there."

"Yeah...I got some bad news, and I kind of just lost it."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He sat down by my beside with a concerned look on his face.

I didn't know when I started trusting random strangers with my problems, but I had already told Dr. Wentz about my stepdad, so I found myself wanting to unload everything on him.

"It's just...my mom wants to move. I mean - I am pretty sure she is planning it already. She is trying to pass it off like she is worried about me running into my stepdad, and I'll be safer in California, but she's just being selfish. She is too busy to watch me herself, so she is going to leave me with my aunt instead. I don't want to move...it was hard enough when she dragged me out here when she divorced my dad, and now that I have finally found someone who makes me happy, she wants to rip us apart because she thinks he's a bad influence. He's my everything...I can't leave him...it will kill me."

"Are you serious? I'm so sorry Frank...that's rough. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Not unless you know some way for me to legally move out at fourteen?" I scoffed.

"Does Gerard know?" he wondered.

"No...not yet. Fuck - I don't even know if my mom will let me see him before we leave." I dropped my face into my hands in despair.

"Well actually - I told her to go home and come pick you up tomorrow. Because your attack was so bad, I decided to keep you overnight for observation. Visiting hours are over, but I can sneak you into Gerard's room before he is discharged."

"You would really do that for me?" I gasped.

"I'm not supposed to but...you guys remind me of my boyfriend and I when we first started dating. Nothing seemed to work for us...no one believed that we could make it. His parents were insanely homophobic, and they did everything possible to prevent me from seeing him, but in the end - we pulled through, and it was worth all the pain."

"It's crazy that you are giving me more support in this than my own mother," I chuckled wryly.

"You can't pick your family, and I know firsthand how that feels, but if you truly love Gerard, and I can tell he is head over heels for you, then in the end - it will all work out."

"I just don't know if we can make it...it could be four years before I can see him again...so much can happen in that time. What if he isn't strong enough to hang on that long?" Worry laced my voice, and I tried not to break down in tears again.

"Well...I am really not supposed to tell you this, but Gerard is going to get some help. I recommended that he spend some time at a nearby institution to help him recover from his problems with self-harming, and his mother agreed."

"That's good...I can't bear the thought of coming back only to find out that something terrible happened to him."

"He's strong Frank. He is just going through a lot, and he won't be completely alone, he has his brother, and you can still write and call him." He put his hand on my shoulder in a comforting gesture, and I smiled at him in thanks.

"It just won't be the same..." I heaved out.

"I know kid...it's not going to be easy, but it's not impossible."

"Thanks Doctor, surprisingly I actually feel a bit better."

"It's my pleasure. I have to go check on some other patients now, but I will be back later to take you to see Gerard."

He gave my shoulder a squeeze before standing up, gathering his clipboard and papers in his hands.

"I wish I could repay you somehow." I was immensely grateful to him for listening to all my drama. He had no reason to sit here and hear me ramble about the shitstorm that was my life, but he did anyway. For those few moments, I felt like I wasn't so alone in this after all.

"Don't worry about it. I just hate seeing people go through shit...uh - I mean - stuff like this alone." He blushed bright red at his slip up, but it just made him seem even more relatable to me.

"There needs to be more people like you in the world man." I grinned at him genuinely.

"If you keep complimenting me, my ego is going to get enormous, and my boyfriend will never forgive you," he giggled before exiting the room.

With a soft sigh, I settled back in my bed and tried to find something to do to pass the time. There was nothing interesting on TV, so I ended up switching it off in frustration.

Staring at the clock as if that would make it move faster also lost its appeal quickly, especially when it only seemed to slow time down to an unbearable pace. I didn't have anything else to do to entertain me, so I attempted to sleep, but that proved to be impossible with all the crazy thoughts whirling through my head.

Worry about how Gerard would react when I told him I was leaving was gnawing at me...I hated to see him in pain, and I knew this would hurt him. If there was any possible way I could prevent it - I would, but short of running away, I couldn't see a solution to my problem.

There were no other relatives that lived close by that I could propose to stay with instead except my dad...and even then we would still be separated by a two hour drive. Based on the lack of contact from him, he wouldn't want me around anyway.

I was terrified that this would be the end of us...phone calls and letters would only be satisfying for so long. Dr. Wentz seemed confident that we could maintain our relationship, but the more I thought about it, the less sure I became. Yes - his situation worked out, but they both lived in the same city at least.

I knew Gerard loved me, but asking him to wait would be unfair to him...just because I didn't plan to move on didn't mean I shouldn't give him a chance to be happy with someone else, even if it killed me. Maybe I should end things with him so he didn't feel any residing guilt to stay faithful to someone a million miles away?

Even just thinking about breaking up with him caused my heart to twist painfully, but I needed to do what was best for him in this situation. He deserved so much more than I could give him right now, but where would that leave me? It would be insanely selfish of me to keep him tied down...but if I set him free, what would I have left?

Muffling my head in the pillow, I screamed my frustration at the world. Why was all of this happening to me? Why couldn't I be like every other fourteen year old boy who was just worried about popularity and school?

But no, I was lying here with a broken heart because I might be losing the only man I have ever loved, and I was seriously questioning my ability to survive without him. I wasn't sure how much more stress I could take, and being separated from Gerard might be the final straw that broke me completely.

So this chapter is super short, but I am almost done with this part of the story (I think there is going to be one more chapter in Gerard's POV) and then I am going to jump into the future quite a bit.

I literally have nothing to say, and I am super tired so goodnight guys.

Stay beautiful

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